This is a song about "Package design"

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Licking picking and ticking the package,

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Design an album that isn't about girls from maxim

My design so devine

My gold rollie tell time

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

Carve the incision, your mission to deliver the package containing lithium.

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

I hate my design but roll with the love

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

It’s about time i got mine, because the lines i comprise and design/

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline